Ethan Roscente burst into the hospital room and grabbed Victor Roland by the collar.

"Talk! Who connected you with Jenna Roland?"

Victor froze at the sudden accusation, then turned his face away.

"Brother, you know the code of the streets. I've always valued loyalty."

The veins on Ethan's hand bulged as he resisted the urge to strike.

"You know my methods. If you don't talk, you're dead."

Victor scoffed, wincing as his split lip stretched.

"I'm dead either way. Why should I betray anyone?"

"Besides naming your accomplice," Ethan hissed through clenched teeth, "you'll kneel and apologize to Jenna. Call her 'Madam'!"

"What?!"

Victor jerked upright in bed, his injuries screaming in protest.

"You want me to kneel to that bitch? Have you lost your mind?"

He'd paid good money, only to get beaten within an inch of his life without even touching her.

"Who told you to buy her?" Ethan's retort silenced him.

Victor's face darkened as he remembered the sycophantic smiles of Victor and Fiona Roland.

"It was Victor!" he spat. "Jenna's own uncle!"

Ethan snorted coldly. "Apologize the moment you're discharged. Or I'll disown you."

The door slammed shut.

Victor grabbed his phone, dialing with murderous intent.

......

Jenna startled awake to her ringing phone.

"We've got them." Ethan's deep voice came through. "Victor and Fiona orchestrated it."

Sleep vanished instantly.

"I knew it!"

"The evidence is irrefutable."

She clutched the sheets. "Is this a crime?"

"Ask your lawyer." The line went dead.

Jenna immediately called Hugo Valence.

"Hugo, I need legal advice."

After hearing her account, Hugo paused. "Did Victor succeed?"